I am a naive child.
So naive that I refuse to let go of some beautiful past.
Until someone cruelly snatched them away from my hands and my memory.
From now on, it is no longer complete, and the flesh and blood are blurred
Everything in my memory blurs into a summer without any ups and downs,
In the blur, I saw my childhood waving goodbye to me
It left and took away a city's rainwater
And the last drop of tears from my dry tear ducts.
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